C H A P T E R   32 :   T H E   O N L Y   W A Y   T O   G O   I S   T O   S T A Y  

"No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my head in the fire, sooner or later
I get what I'm asking for

No matter what you say about life
I learn everytime I bleed
The truth is a stranger, soul is in danger
I gotta let my spirit be free

To admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind"

P R E S E N T   D A Y

Making my way through the crowded, rectilinear streets of New York, tears checked in into my eyes while tourists passed by me with their fancy luggage and photographic adoration for the city. Around me there was a buffet of sounds my ears couldn't help but pick up, from the abrade of wheels on the asphalt to the foreign words on the other line of phones.

It seemed like everyone was following their way to something while I had nowhere to go. All I knew was I needed to check out from this hotel of hopes and lies. From the past that never passed. New York had this ability to constantly pull me away, like I was the martyred tide to their dark moon.

I bumped into several people along the way, letting the flow of citizens guide me through the sea of my mistakes. My mind was a swamp and I could feel my thoughts slipping up; my heart felt unfamiliar in my body, like a disoriented visitor that doesn't know which direction to take abroad. And I couldn't ask anyone, because the place I wanted to get to wasn't real.

I had a space in my soul that was only for him. Peter was my no man's land, the room that was left often and didn't close, no matter how many times I shut the door. He was the place my flanks contended for; the border through my loop.

I stopped in the line of a coffee trailer and waited for something that could warm my spirit. I should have never come back and allow my hopes to lead me; Harry had been searching for me for him. There was no one else in the backstage waiting for my entrance. No one to look for when the lights were low or to applaude when the curtains fell. Peter was a phantom pain that hurt and ache without being there.

I was looking through the menu when my spine tingled, a wake-up call to all of my senses. Suddenly November got even colder, and not a minute later, a van started deviating from the road and into the square, heading straight towards a group of kids that were distracted with being young and innocent. I felt the oxygen being stolen from my lungs at all the memories I had tried so hard to leave behind. This couldn't be happening again, yet it was, because I was here once more. It was karma's favorite match, after all. A cup of my dark spirit in their dearest New York.

Yet now I would not bow to the universe's orders. I was tired of being thrown around like a voodoo doll in the limbs of Big Bang. If the universe wanted me out of its way then it shouldn't have thrown Logan into mine: somehow, all of his lessons were rising in me now.

In the square, panicking adults started shouting at the daydreaming children, oblivious of the nightmare that was heading their way. In the blink of an eye, I pilfered a silver mask from a stand of a costume shop and put it on, covering my face with my jacket's hood as best as I could and running towards the danger like a lover runs towards the arms of their better half.

Maybe death was my soulmate and I was meant to kiss her now.

Please let me get to them on time, please don't let it be too late, please don't let them suffer... my thoughts were running beside me. I didn't know who I was begging to, and it didn't matter. Only one thing needed to listen.

Gathering all the impetus possible, I threw myself in front of the van and placed my hands against the front bumper, supporting the impact with my body weight and giving the adults enough time to get the kids out of there.

A single drop of sweat swam in my forehead as I faced the driver on the other side of the window. He was wearing a mask as well and my nerves prickled me again, telling me this wasn't over yet. Just like that, hooded men came out of the van holding machine guns and fired warning shots in the air. All around us, people started screaming and running, but I held my ground. I had to keep them focused on me for as long as I could.

"So you're super strong." One of them shouted, "let's see if you're also super dead."

All the barrels were pointed at me, like tigers on the prowl. I let my heart claim its life, breaking its racing record to remind me of how important it was that it kept beating. One thing they don't tell us about bravery, though: when the rush is over, all you feel is fear. When it comes, because it will, don't fight it. If you know how to use it, fear is the first step in your win. The trick is making that fear the cause to the consequence you desire. Make courage become your only outcome. After all, all brave people are actively afraid.

My heart twitched against itself when those words rang in my head. In the midst of danger, I realized something: Logan didn't just teach me how to fight. He taught me how to save. Others... and myself. Even if they seemed focused on my survival, his teachings were not self-serving; they weren't purely meant to keep me alive, but to help me help others live.

With that in mind, I allowed my instinct to take control, the surrounding scenery shifting into grey lines of leeway, blurred stains of potential and faded strips of reality. My brain scrutinized the environment, harvesting the deepest cracks in the tissue of life and filling them with a new purpose.

"What---" One asked, when his gun jammed. "How is this happening?"

The men exchanged dumbfounded glances, noticing how many of their machine guns refused to work. I knew some of them eventually would, and so I took a deep breath and redirected my focus when they spewed bullets at me. There was this tiny chance I was desperately clinging onto, that the bullets wouldn't hit me or anyone else. And they didn't.

I let out a loud sigh of relief as more drops of sweat fell from my forehead to the ground, joining the bullets at my feet, but I couldn't waste any time. The first few seconds of shock were do or die. I grabbed the collar of the nearest guy and pulled him towards me as the same time as I lifted my knee and hit him where his ego resided. Then I elbowed another man on his face and made two other heads crash against each other in a loud shriek.

From behind, a guy tried to trap me into a choke hold but I dodged him by ducking swiftly and then spinned in the air, kicking him and another one in the face at the same time. My strength was too much for them and they fell to the floor like sleeping shadows.

The fight was getting more intense but I was refraining from using my claws to avoid being linked to Black Cat. Then, when I thought it was over, another group of men came out of a bank with full bags and I understood what this had been. A wicked setup to distract us from the main event.

When they saw me, they dropped the bags and grabbed their guns and I tried to call for the probability fields again, but I couldn't reach them anymore. I had overused my power, I was running out of battery and I had nowhere to recharge. In other words, I was tragically screwed.

I looked around, but I didn't have time to hide behind the van or use anything else as a shield. I heard the pull from the triggers and the bullets slicing the air and prepared myself for the impact, but it didn't come. Not in the shape I expected it, at least. Instead, I was quickly pushed against the ground by someone, my back hitting the floor harshly in a confusion of stimuli. My mind didn't even register the pain, I was too flabbergasted. Even if I couldn't see who it was, it felt too familiar, this embrace, this warmth.

His protection.

When my eyes landed on him, all my past landed on me.

I felt his breath stop and his grip on me falter dangerously when he recognized me behind the mask, both of our hearts wild in their cages. This guy was my only living loss. The one who was gone but still here.

"Felicia?" My name escaped his lips in a whimper of uncertain pain. I noticed his suit was improved, benefitting from new tech gear, but no amount of camouflage in the world would ever be able to erase what was so riskily in plain sight. It was so simple, between us. So basic. Two people who once loved each other more than their hearts could handle meeting again. Now I realized what I had been looking for earlier, wandering through the streets of New York. These arms of his, that had been my favorite place for so long. It was like, somehow, I had led me to him.

"How many times are you going to save me?" I whispered, my voice cracking. We were on pause, me and him. Suspended above all brinks. This moment was ours, and no one could ruin it. Not when the universe was finally on my side.

"As many as you'll let me." He murmured back, his voice a mess of emotions and they all sounded painfully kind. Because before anything else, Spider-Man was Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was kind.

Then the rest of the world hit me again and my heart skipped a beat of dread at the thought that we had let our guards down and failed the city again, but no one was harmed and the men were running towards us in rage. I understood that while on Peter's arms, my power had subconsciously worked on our favor. It had been revived by his presence and moved by the primal need to protect him. But not just him. Everyone. Suddenly, my instinct for survival was to ensure everyone else's.

I wondered who had changed that about me. That crucial part of who I was.

"This time... I save myself." I told him and he nodded in understanding. Just like that, we got up quickly, a new shared energy pumping in our veins, like we were one from the same. "And before that we save everyone else."

Peter moved his head towards me, and I could feel his awe. His pride in me. Something that I had craved so much in the past now came naturally.

"On it."

And then it started, our common dance with our enemies, like old partners picking off right where they had left. We still knew each other like the back of our hands after all this time. Perhaps some bonds never expired.

I watched as Peter shot his familiar webs towards ankles, unbalancing the men that fell right towards my mercy. He jumped in the air like an acrobat, backflipping between our rivals like he was doing parkour. I was more animalistic, more visceral, but just as effective. It didn't take us long to finish the fight, people clapping and cheering for us in the background. Police sirens were getting closer, but I heard them like I was underwater.

"We should go." Peter said. "We're already going to be all over the Internet and the news for the next few days and I know how you don't like that."

I nodded, trying not to glance directly at the cameras pointed at us. I hated the attention, the problems it could bring me, but sometimes, some things were worth sacrificing. Saving all those people and preventing a massacre from happening... I still hadn't process it well but I felt refreshed, like a bird flying for the first time. Like me taking a step towards where I was meant to.

"Take me away, Spidey."

***

It felt like coming home after a long trip, swinging above the streets in his arms. And yet being in them, I realized I didn't need them as much as I thought I would. As much as I once did. None of us said a word, because sometimes silence was the best way to speak when our souls were speechless and our hearts too loud.

Peter made us land on the top of a skyscraper, like he had done so many times in our past. Rooftops were ours, unspoken secrets that belonged to us and took us back to who we were when we were younger. We were both different now, less scared of the heights in us, more scarred from the weights in each other. We stepped back from one another and took our masks off, stripping down our youth and baring our growth.

His eyes made his entire spirit look naked. Even after what had happened between us, how things had ended, he refused to put a veil in between us.

"Thank you for being there." Peter broke the silence, his stare examining my face like a painter finishing a portrait. "For those people."

I nodded, a lump in my throat setting up the mood for my watery eyes.

"Thank you for being there too. For me."

The sides of his lips curled into that familiar, easy smile that always made my heart grin.

"Was it you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, curiosity sprouting in his face. "That managed to prevent the bullets from hitting anyone?"

"Yeah. I found out I have this power, Probability Manipulation, where I can reverse the odds of some events and change parts of reality. I'm still learning how to use it, but luckily it worked in my favor this time. It can go both ways, you know, causing good or bad luck. So, remember all that... destruction in the city four years ago? There's a big chance it was me, like I suspected. The less right my mind is, the more wrong my power causes."

His face was an equipoise of doubt and sense.

"Your mind seems right now." He said and all of my being ached with the gentleness in his tone. That heart that always killed me. Instead of getting mad or censuring me for what I might have caused, his perspective on me didn't change. No matter what, he would never put the blame on me.

"It's getting better." I went back to the night before, to how I had taken away some of Logan's pain. "And I've been able to do some good things with my power, so that gives me hope that I'm not just a walking time bomb. This power is a natural extension of my emotions, so I'm working on them too. I just wish... I had known sooner."

Before you and I fell apart, I didn't say and he heard.

"We did the best we could with what we had. The most admirable thing... right?" Peter looked at me, innocent eyes expectant, and my eyebrows raised at the memory.

"I didn't think you were actually listening to me when I said that."

"I always listen to you, Felicia." His smile was evocative and nostalgic, but not sad. "Even when you don't speak."

I smiled in understanding and with that stare between us where we spoke and listened in another frequency, we wrapped up that dark chapter of our lives. We both wanted to move on. We had longed this closure for too long.

"So... are you back here? To New York?" He asked, unable to hide the hope in his tone. I wish I didn't have to crush it but I was one of those people that had to do a lot of things they didn't want because they had been shaped in a different format from the world's.

"No. I just came to see Harry."

His features fell, morphing into betrayal and blues. The affection in his eyes switched to objection. I wondered what had happened in his life these years we spent apart. If I had crossed his mind as much as he crossed mine.

"Harry? Why? Have you and him been in touch? He didn't tell me anything, but then again there are a lot of things Harry doesn't tell me." Peter shook his head to shake the disbelief off his body. "But why... out of everyone... why Harry?"

"Peter, if you could shut up for a moment and let me explain, maybe I'd be able to prevent your mind from jumping to conclusions and your body from hyperventilating."

He took a deep breath, dissipating some of the tension between us. We had been walking on eggshells around one another, trying to see if we were both still familiar. If we hadn't changed beyond recognition.

"Sure, I can do that. I can do quiet. I can---"

"Peter!" I interrupted, knowing all too well how his mouth became a fountain of words when his mind turned into a well of concerns. "This was the first time I've seen Harry in years. He sent someone to look for me, and that someone found me and I decided to come here in person to find out what Harry wanted from me."

"Well, have you? Found out?"

My mind went back to his lips, how they had snowed in mine. To his icy eyes, how they pinned down mine.

"No... not really. I guess he must have done it for a sense of control, or out of boredom. You know how he has always enjoyed a good chase."

Peter narrowed his eyes, skeptical.

"I know how he has always enjoyed you."

My heart skipped a beat like I had missed the last step on the stairs to shelter. The last thing I wanted was to get in between Peter and Harry. I had had my share of love triangles to give Twilight a run for its money.

"W-What?"

Peter sighed and ran a hand through his chin. He was free of facial hair, as always. He was older but it was like he hadn't aged a day. Looking at him made me realize how much of a veteran in life Logan really was. How he stood out among all others.

"Harry doesn't care about a lot of people, Felicia. He isn't one to give his time or attention to those he deems as unworthy. So anyone that bothers or irritates him, he simply ignores them. But from the moment he met you, he never disregarded you. It was like you were the note that struck a chord in his apathy. The only voice in his silence. It's not hard for me to notice when someone sparks his interest, since few people do. So, maybe, he didn't do it for control. What did he tell you?"

"He kissed me." I blurted out, more annoyed at Peter for thinking he had a right to stick his nose into my life just because he had once stuck his being into mine. "And I kissed him back."

"What?" He asked, his pressing eyes dunking in mine. "Why would you do that? Did you ever... was it ever mutual? His feelings for you?"

"No!" I snapped, a wave of rage surfing my words. "I don't know if you remember, but I was too busy loving you back in the day to even notice anyone else. I only ever saw Harry as a setback on my way to you."

Same with Mary Jane. She was the tollgate I could never cross.

"What changed, then? That you'd go and kiss him now?"

I crossed my arms and looked away, to the sun warming the sky. The clouds were tatters of reminiscences passing before my eyes, waving goodbye.

"That's none of your concern. I'm not your girlfriend, remember?"

His forehead wrinkled in a pained frown and I stopped where I was going. I was done with the bitterness. Having him in front of me made me realize I didn't hold any grudge against him anymore. He had hurt me, and I had hurt him, and all there was left to beg and give was forgiveness.

"Peter... the real reason why I came to see Harry was because I was hoping it had been you asking him to search for me. But he told me he was the only one. That there was no one else waiting for me."

Peter shook his head and looked away, and when he directed his gaze at me again, I saw the ghosts in his eyes. The shreds of errors and remorse. It was almost too clear and real to bear.

"Just because I didn't ask Harry now to look for you doesn't mean it was always like that. You know, after you left, for a long time I refused to believe it. I was in total denial, thinking you'd come back despite everything. And then, as time passed, and you didn't come, I was forced to accept the harsh reality, that you were gone and would never come back. So yes, Felicia, I did search for you. Like crazy. You know how much it hurt, every search that led to nowhere? Every time that I had a clue and thought it was it and then it wasn't? It hurt too much, the hope and then its loss, so one day I simply stopped. One day I simply realized you didn't want to be found."

I swallowed the disgrace that slid down my throat in a haste.

"What I wanted was to not feel as lost as when I lost you. After that, I wasn't so sure. It was hard appealing to my will when it had stayed with you."

Peter nodded slowly, taking a step towards me. He reached for my face and I let him, holding my breath as his fingers wiped my tears and fears away.

"Where did you go, after you left?" He asked softly.

"To an Art college on the other side of the state. Drawing reminded me of you, but it reminded me of me more. After I graduated, I moved back to New York. To a different part of the city, a different apartment. One where you wouldn't find me. I'm not currently there, though."

Peter's brow creased and his arm fell to his side.

"You were in New York?"

"For more than a year."

"And you never..."

I shook my head. "Never tried to reach out to you, yes. After all, I didn't even know if you wanted me in your life or not. If you—"

"Of course I wanted, Felicia, I still do!" He shouted suddenly. Peter didn't get mad easily, but when he did, it made sense. "You are one of the most important people to me and that will never change, no matter if you're in front of me or hundred miles away. The only person keeping me away from you was you. Just because I gave up on searching for you doesn't mean I gave up on you entirely. It doesn't mean I didn't care or didn't think about you, because I sure as hell did. I did and I do. I will."

His rancor was in living flesh and I didn't know how to deal with it. I had never seen emotion this raw. Every inch of his disquiet was rare, so I kept quiet instead.

"You know what I regret the most?" He inquired. I shook my head, unable to look him in the eye. Not us, not us, not us. Please, I didn't come all this way for you to end us a second time. "Not begging you to stay. For once in my life, I should have been selfish and I wasn't. I let you go, I watched you go, I felt you leaving me and I just stood there and thought. I didn't try to stop you, I didn't run after you and grabbed your arm and told you stay because I can't stand you leaving. Stay because that's the only way to go."

All my being was taken aback. These confessions felt like dying just to be reborn. Maybe we couldn't kill our past, but we could change what it meant.

"If it's any comfort, I don't think it would have made a difference at that time. I was resolute on going and you couldn't change my mind. In the end, as much as I can say it was you, or Mary Jane, or the destruction, or anything else, I left for me and I came back for me. Because, for once, I was trying not to betray myself. It's okay to come first in your own life."

"You're right, it is. It took me a long time to accept it, but if leaving was what you needed, all I could do was respect it. Even if it meant you'd be an open drawer in my heart I would never be able to close or fill."

"You're still open on mine as well." I shook my head, tears flying from my eyes like dying stars. "I was so mad at you. So hurt! I hated you for loving me and for making me love you in return. I hated you for not being able to hate you more than I loved you. I hated you for any reason I could think of, because I couldn't hate you at all. You were my home and suddenly my eviction. You pushed me away when I needed you the most, Peter!"

"I know. I know and I hate me for that. But I was young and immature, and I didn't know how to handle everything at once. I felt so lost and helpless. I didn't know how to help you or what to do to make you feel better. I couldn't be the person you needed me to be. You deserved someone that didn't fear your fears. That was brave in the face of your pain."

He tumbled on me like lightning splitting the skies. Logan, with his wise words. Logan, with his strong arms and protective eyes. Just Logan, with everything he was. Fitting right with what I needed. The medium to my rare.

"So I'm sorry, Felicia. I really am."

"I'm sorry too." I said, because we had both grown and learned. Because we had both taught each other how to be better, even when it made us feel worse. "I was not fair to you at all. I put too much pressure on you and asked too much of you. I needed you all the time and that's not viable. I was bitter and I know I hurt you many times with my acid words and actions and you didn't deserve any of it. I should have been more mature but I was always a little bit childish when it came to pain. Mine or others. I was so blind by my own needs I failed to see yours. I failed to see you needed you and you needed me. Love works both ways but I wasn't there for you. I neglected your heart, and one thing I know, you don't neglect a heart like Peter Parker's. Your heart is so big I thought it was self-sustaining. I just didn't see it was working for the both of us while mine was hibernated."

Peter looked at me, eyes slightly shocked. So was I. For the first time in a long time, I felt serene about my past. About him. I felt like I was already somewhere else. Moving on. Only in front of a new obstacle did we realize how many had we already overcome.

"I'm truly sorry for how things ended, Felicia. For how much I hurt you. If I could go back and change the past, do things in a different way---"

"Peter," I intervened in the softest of tones, like a petal of a rose the wind hugs and lullabies, "let it go. Let it all go. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?"

He stared at me, his eyes shining with tears and his lips lifting a beam.

"I forgive you."

"Thank you." I said sincerely. "And please, Peter... forgive yourself too."

He nodded. "You too. Both of our hearts are better when they love themselves."

I smiled at him, with no strings attached. It felt like a giant weight had just been lifted off my shoulders, allowing me to finally breathe. The holes in our souls that belonged to each other were not just open now. They were booked and occupied. A part of us returned to the other. Just the right part. The exact amount that was nothing like the toxic excess from before.

"You know," I told him truthfully, "I think we both failed each other in a time where both of us were terrified of failure. But now, now we won't fail because we're not trying too hard not to. We're not scared anymore. We're letting this be natural, as it should."

Peter scratched his nose, hiding a grin.

"What are you saying, Party-Hardy?"

My lips mimicked his at the sound of that nickname. It was like a side of me was restored to life.

"I'm saying that, on my side, there's no reason as why we can't be friends. You know you were my first love and nothing will ever change that. I will always love you, Peter, but love evolves. It changes, takes other forms. Standing here in front of you, I don't want to waste this love that is still all here. I just want to love you differently. Platonically. Let me and I promise it will never stop. I promise this time I'll love you right, as you deserve."

For a second, Peter stood immobile, just watching me through these new lenses. Then he threw his arms around me and engulfed me in a warm hug that turned the lights on my dark spirit. His arms were shaking slightly from the intensity of the moment. Some friendships quaked the Earth apart.

"So will I. Dammit, Felicia, so will I."

Our bodies broke contact but our hearts didn't. Their beats were in tune once again.

"So how is Mary Jane?"

Peter tilted his head to the side, curious.

"How do you know I'm still with her?"

"My power comes with a sixth sense. Besides, I know you wouldn't leave me for anyone other than your soulmate."

Peter smiled at me with no resentment. It was easy and natural again, this thing between us. Without the complications the heart demanded. My mind went back to the night before, that had been so impossibly difficult. Logan never made my life easy, but he made it worth it.

"MJ is great. We're great. I really think..." Peter trailed off, but I understood.

"You can say it, Peter. You really think she's the love of your life." I said and he nodded. "I am happy for you, for real. In the end, even if it took me a long, excruciating time to admit it, I think you made the right choice."

Because if you had chosen me instead, you wouldn't have broken my heart, and I wouldn't have left... I would have never met Logan. Suddenly, I couldn't bear that thought. Suddenly, even though he was miles away, he was here. Immortality was but a feeling. Once people lived inside you, they could never die.

"I hope she loves you as much as I did, Peter. But in a different way."

His eyes were beaming, colored by a kaleidoscope of passion, and that answered for him. I couldn't possibly hate a girl that made Peter this happy.

"You're an exceptional person, Felicia, so I hope you'll go and find someone that makes you feel exceptional too. That boosts your epicness."

I bit my bottom lip and looked away, pointlessly trying to block dashes of tanned skin and brown eyes from sneaking into my mind.

"Holy guacamole, you already have, haven't you?" Peter asked, his voice grinning. I looked up at him to find him smirking friskily, like he was ready to jump on this ship. Get ready for the bumpy trip then, my friend.

"Looks like I have a type," I ended up admitting, "because he may be in love with someone else."

Maybe I fall for the emotionally unavailable because I myself am emotionally absent. Then I chuckled bitterly, realizing why I had disliked Jean from the start. She reminded me too much of Mary Jane, with their ginger heads and abducting hearts. They were both recaps of what I could never have.

"Maybe? So there's a chance he might not be?" Peter probed instead of getting discouraged.

"Well, yeah, it's not like I'm going to use my power to find out. Besides, it's so complicated. He and I... we're both so complicated on our own, so when we're together it's like... everything triples. He makes me feel doubled."

"Double good?" Peter asked, moving his eyebrows up and down several times in such a suggestive way I couldn't help but laugh.

"All I know is he understands me in ways no one else can. He knows how to handle me from every angle. I fight him and he fights me back; I fall and he helps me get up; I shatter and he doesn't get cut. Somehow, he's always there. He drives me crazy yet keeps me sane. I don't know how, but he can tackle all of my edges, the nice and the wicked. And he doesn't even try."

"Sounds like a soulmate." Peter declared with an eager smile. "When can I meet him?"

"Hold your horses, Spidey. He's not exactly what you'd call a social butterfly."

"As long as he makes you happy, I'm happy. Just... I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but if he hurts you, you can tell me. You can talk to me. I will kick his anti-social ass all the way to the moon."

I chuckled, imagining the unlikely scenario.

"I should go now. So much has happened in the past few days and I need sleep to process it. But I'll see you again soon, right?" I asked, hesitant.

Petter nodded assuringly. "Of course. You know where to find me. But where can I find you?"

I let a smirk spread widely in my lips, already predicting his reaction.

"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

If this was a cartoon his eyes would have jumped out of his orbits in shock.

"Wait, you're a mutant?"

"Apparently I am. So if you ever find yourself in too much trouble and need a hand, remember I have two and they're pretty badass."

"How could I forget?" He grinned. "I'll miss you until then, Party-Hardy."

"I'll miss you too, Spidey." I was about to turn around when Peter's soft hand grasped my wrist, claiming my attention.

"And Felicia?" He said, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Happy birthday."

My eyebrows shot up, cheeks flushing lightly. I had wanted this day to go by unnoticed. Having one more year didn't mean much when your body stayed the same. When you aged less than the days that passed. "You remember?"

Peter flashed me a smile. "I never forgot."

"If I live every moment
Won't change any moment
Still a part of me in you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything I do

I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realized nothing's broken
No need to worry about everything I've done
Lived every second like it was my last one

Don't look back, got a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you"

A/N: Song is 'Tattoo' by Jordin Sparks, which I think is the perfect music to describe Felicia and Peter's relationship.

Also, I picture Andrew Garfield as the Spider-Man for this story, but feel free to imagine him as whoever you want!

I hope you liked Peter and Felicia's interaction! They had a fun but intense relationship in the comics so I really wanted to bring that into this story!